I shall, I shall release you. I will, I will recieve you, in the quiet, I am one of many, I am one of one and I will learn from this, I will learn from you and I will change this. Your secrets are simply safe in me but you cannot hide from them, our secrets are so meaningless but together we have been. Everything I wanted then, all I wish for now, ( Read more... )

It's funny how little people realize their affects on others. That the smallest acts from you can make such a huge affect on me is really quite outrageous. The most ironic part is that I will never let you know, give you that knowledge, give you a chance to rethink your actions and perhaps make less of a dent. Maybe that stems from my unwavering ( Read more... )

I like this thing...I get to record what I'm thiking without saving it in word because that's a pain in the ass. And it's permanent, unlike bulletins ( Read more... )

It's hard to know what to say that would be appropriate, that would mean anything at all. What I want to say is what I can't think, what I will not allow myself to believe. What I want to discuss is something I've been pretending I lost for so long that I almost began to believe the things I tell everyone else. What I want to know is why. Why ( Read more... )

It's been a really long fucking time.. I have like no friends on this thing and I don't really care so I'm just going to write like nobody is looking at it and if someone comments I will be amazed. Today is a weird day. I woke up feeling like I never wanted to get out of bed ever again but then I did, and things seemed shitty anyway. Or at least ( Read more... )

maybe it's the waiting, that's getting so far into me ( Read more... )

notes to nobody. letters to a person who refuses to exist. ironic..ironic that i should choose to confide in an imaginary concept sooner than a flesh-and-blood human being. but then again who the hell would i be writing this to anyway? there is no one left. there is no one. they're all gone and honestly, are any of us fucking surprised? i am ( Read more... )

Snakes. Constricting, around my bones, my ribs. Straining, clicking, cracking; they tighten, gripping my skin, twisting and biting in silence. Pounding in my ears, my eyes; the lack of something else to push in to my head through the haze from every angle. Ribs giving in now, compacting and piercing the tissues beneath that they worked for so ( Read more... )

i'm tired i'm tired i'm tired alot. i never really get untired, i just like to pretend it's not a problem. i like to pretend i don't have problems, i like to pretend i'm okay with my life being the same every single day, even though i'm not. i like pretending i don't miss my friends when i do, and i LOVE pretending that i'm not jealous and that i ( Read more... )

school school school shit. i'm fucking tired of it. i honestly don't know why i still get up in the morning. its like somehow i convince myself to just get through the day, that it will be better tomorrow, even thought it never is. why? whats the point? i feel like shit all the time, and all i want to do is fucking sleep. but i can't. weekends ( Read more... )